A sturdy man was arguing with a stall owner.
"Damn it, this Seven-Star Sword of mine was forged by Master Wang, the capital’s master swordsmith. It can slice through hair and cut gold as if it were mud! You have the nerve to offer me a hundred thousand? Are you out of your mind?"
"Go to hell! I've never even heard of your Master Wang or Master Li. This piece-of-trash sword of yours can't even cut a cucumber, let alone gold. I’m only being generous because I pity you—I’ll add ten thousand. Sell it to me for one hundred and ten thousand, and don't push your luck!"
Chapter 841